In the middle of buying a house with my fiancé and he’s recently started working from from home. He’s driving me insane! The mess, the bellowing down the phone, the lack of organisation with the move, annoying coffee making rituals etc etc. The latest revelation this afternoon, is last night he threw away a box of my documents. He decided they were recycling (they weren’t) and they weren’t in the recycling box. The bin men are long gone. I don’t even know what was in it, some financial documents, my mothers power of attorney? The dining room is where we agreed to gather packing boxes and that’s where it was. Part of me wonders do l want the rest of my life to be like this? The prompting and reminding, sorting out of fuck ups etc. Please note these is part of a wider pattern of scattiness, losing things, breaking things etc. His things are mysteriously always fine